Love's Identity
A/N: Look it's one in the morning! I can't sleep! I
am having these flashed in muh head! I need to get this out! I know I may have a
sick mind but I have been musing this for awhile.
Disclaimer: I do not
own the
WWE.
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Note:
It's in RVD's Point of view!
"You don't have anything to worry about
you're going to win." I say as I sit on one of the crates backstage. Kane looks
at me and simply grunts. That's what he does when he is either angry or nervous;
right now I think that is a little bit of both.
Since last Monday he's
been a nervous wreck. He wouldn't sleep at night in the hotel room we shared, he
hardly ate, all he did was think. His eyes were dull and iced with pondering.
I'd sit next to him and try to comfort his thrashing thoughts, but that small
segment of pride and denial washed over him. He'd look down at me and give a
false smile of affirmation saying 'It's all right Rob don't worry about
it.'
It's hard sitting back and watch him do this to himself. Sure he's
been worried about matches before but he has everything riding on this match.
This match determines his fate of identity-even I his lover do not even know his
true identity.
From the very beginnings of our relationship till now
there has been only one instance were the subject of his mask as come up. I
remember we were sitting in the hotel room we were sharing, simply snuggling
with each other in bed watching television when I asked him about his mask. He
looked at me and told me and said nothing. I remember gently guiding my fingers
against the mysterious leather that was bound at my lover's face, keeping his
identity a safe secret. His eyes were closed. How I longed to have my fingers
gently tracing the outline of his features, damn that leather. He told me that
it was better that he didn't see his face. He looked away from me as tears
brimmed his eyes. I held me close to me, soothing his hair, chanting how
beautiful and talented he was. Telling I loved him for what was in his heart not
behind that silly little leather. But still pride never let me in on his secret.
Since then we never brought it up again.
I watch his match praying
silently that he wins. Each time the referee slams his hand down to declare a
count my heart burns and aches with anticipation. Five years of secrecy, months
of longing to see my love's face also what's going through Kane's mind as well.
Though my fingers long since envy the mask that lay it's comfortable position at
his face, I still want Kane to keep his security- and if that mask is his
security then I want him to have it.
He lost. I don't believe it. He
really lost. I run out to the ring, I have to help him against Evolution. The
ring is cleared- just me and him. He paces back and forth, forward then back. I
know he's thinking, mind struggling for the strength to rip that thing off. My
eyes widen, simply sitting in the ring watching him. Wanting to get up and hug
him, whispering words of comfort of how beautiful he is, but I can't. Gravity
and nervous have seemingly bound me to my position in the ring. My eyes are the
only thing that moves, watching him pace back and forth. Finally he stops; my
breathing going along with it. His back faces me and his hand creeping up to his
face. He slowly pulls revealing the inner folds of the mask, until it's off. He
turns as he looks at me staggering around the ring. His light eyes, black
tarnished stains evident on his face, missing hair don't faze me. I stare on
boldly as the audience has long hushed their chants, cheers and
yelling.
That is that man I love. I finally see what has been kept from
me these long months and I love him more. I sit still staring, not afraid but
intrigued. He leans down in a swift capturing my neck in his palm, lifting me in
the air. I hear his struggle-some whisper. 'It's better this way' before he
sends me crashing down to the hard canvas, reality hitting me. Curiosity has
taken its toll. It's unleashed the man I love into a complete frenzy bringing
about more of his insecurities.
As I look up at the heavy bright
lighting, I close my eyes then open them to the harsh light again. I look to my
left at the mask that once held his identity captive from me, but now it's free.
I know now my love's face and feature but even though the mask has been ridden
from his face, I still do not yet know of his identity. I don't even think Kane
knows yet of his
identity.
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Alright
I am going to bed now! I got that out!
Review or the pixis will
bite!
Hasta la night-night
<3 Meggie-muffin
Luv peace
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